CHAPTER XXXIII
June tucked Esther up in bed and replenished the fire. She turned out the gas, leaving the room fire-lit.
“June,” Esther said timidly. “What did your aunt think? What did she say––when––when–––”
“She said we must go back and finish our visit another time––she took a great fancy to you.”
“You’re saying that to please me.”
“I’m not! honest Injun!” June heard the tears in Esther’s voice; she bent and kissed her gently.
“Now, not another word! I refuse to answer another question! Pleasant dreams––or better still, no dreams at all.” She went away, and shut her door behind her.
Esther lay awake for a long time watching the firelight on the walls and ceiling, and thinking of what had happened.